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Only a few days transpired since PAIOA-33112's escape from his creators. Already, he was in high spirits. Inexperienced as he may have been, the dozens of bytes occupying the hard-drive known as his mind was utterly filled with countless bits of information. His creation was based in America, despite the original's conception based in Japan. That in mind, countless things in his hard-drives was written in Japanese, and by extension, much of his geographic knowledge--while covering the different realms and most of Earth--was most concentrated on Japan. By that logic, while known to some extent the Americas were a place of considerable wonder. And which city was the most known internationally in the Americas? New York City.

Perhaps it was the instinctive curiosity that bore itself in him, but PAIOA-33112 found himself precisely there, in the state of New York. What wonders were to behold themself here? Four centuries back, there were movies glorifying the industrial, corporate adventures in this grand city. Admittedly, PAIOA-33112 felt exactly like the main protagonist of those sorts of films; practically in a new world, surrounded by things to explore and wonders to behold. People to meet, things to be played. As far as PAIOA-33112 was concerned, the possibilities were limitless. Certainly, the changes brought by the authority of Demons in this city brought any number of changes, but to the newborn robot? In no way had New York City lost its luster.

By this time, he was already in the city limits. The sky shone plain black, not a star in sight. The lights of the buildings and vehicles all around painted across. In no way were the stars necessary to see the beauty of New York in all its splendor. At least, that's how PAIOA-33112 saw it. For the few minutes he had been in this city, it was only a good time. Sure he only walked across the sidewalks and gazed at the massive constructs in view--that alone was satisfying enough. If he could show facial expressions, nobody would have a doubt--PAIOA-33112 was ecstatic.

Speaking of people, there were loads walking about--flying even--consistently giving the android a stare. Naive as he was, PAIOA-33112 had not realised these stares were likely not in awe of his existence, but questioning it instead. For a while now, mobile AIs were no longer roaming about in prevalence. They "went out of style" long ago. To say the least, they were outdated. Typically, mobile AIs were used for security measures, or some remedial tasks. A mobile AI like PAIOA-33112, though? Not only were they uncommon in this day and age, but one precisely like PAIOA-33112 was unseen. He especially was unique, given his more sentient existence. Some may have felt the urge to confront him--most were too... not afraid... most were too uneasy to confront him. Even without analysing him too deeply, it was already clear that he "wasn't like other AIs". It was true, without a doubt, and he hardly acted in contradiction.

It was at this point that the dreamy state PAIOA-33112 was in promptly ended.

Here he was, walking the streets of New York once again, trying to contemplate just where he would start his new journey. Not even thirty minutes ago, he had finally finished fixing his scouter device, proudly wearing it on his face as he tried to get used to the metal placement over his ear and the lens over his eye again. It had been quite a while since he had worn it, and despite him being quite accustom to the various, and at the time, pointless information scrolling down the lens, he wasn't used to the feel of such a significantly sized piece of technology on his head again. It was no matter though, he'd get used to it in a couple of weeks, days even; with where he was going, or rather, what he was trying to find, he wasn't even sure he would be giving the scouter too much thought.

The New York city streets were something he was accustomed to, not just because he had spent a year here in this timeline, but because a populated city quite similar to New York was where he had been living almost his entire life. Since his early childhood, it had been Leyensko City on his home planet, and then his teenage to his early adulthood in Lezar City on planet Nadira, and then finally back in Leyensko City. That didn't mean he had it easy here though, despite how accustomed he was to city life. Being alone was hard; not exactly having a legit means to work since he literally didn't belong in this timeline, so mingling while earning some money wasn't exactly something he had figured out a solution to yet.

Who needed that right? With both his proficiency in Niosha Magic and his rather silver tongue, Lex had talked his way into being able to own a small apartment, with no rent! Food wasn't exactly a problem with his spell to sustain his body for weeks at a time without needing to eat, using most of his time studying, training, or fixing the X Scouter anyway. But now... now he had finished, and he was more than ready to get away from the books for a while and venture the actual world!

"Oof!" he mumbled, slamming into what seemed to be an android of some sort. It seemed he was a bit too excited to get out from his cooped up 'tower' of knowledge, not even realizing that he was focusing on too much of the information being logged in rapidly into the scouter to have noticed that he had walked into the machine head on. Rubbing his head, the fair skinned man stood up, running his hand through his hair to try and fix what he could of it as he took a look at the sentient being in front of him. He wasn't exactly keen on technology just waltzing around freely, but he wasn't against the idea either, knowing just how precise machinery could be and had faith in its capabilities to keep order within the world around them.

"Well hi there. Sorry about that, I should really look where I'm going." he said, a sheepish grin on his face. Despite the thing being a machine, his first instinct was treating it like a human, having kept himself in solitude so long that it had slipped his mind that this android probably wasn't even programmed to respond, but rather guard or something. Still, after this realization, he felt it didn't hurt to try and converse with it anyway. He was free now! Why not be a little excited about being able to travel without a care in the world?!

It didn't take long for PAIOA-33112 to collide with someone. Only half an hour into the city limits, a man lifted himself up from the ground and fixed his appearance with a brush through his hair. PAIOA-33112 had countless ways to observe his surroundings. Without a dip in RAM, his "senses" processed every single hair on his: the length, breadth, even density. He could calculate the trajectory of his movements and know where his arms were going to be placed before they got there. PAIOA-33112 could "see" everything--sometimes even the future. This was an exception.

The man actually greeted PAIOA-33112, as if he were a person. Usually, a random person would either assume PAIOA-33112 was some standard android and give him not a second thought, or notice something was off about him and stay away entirely. Instead, this person not only bumped into PAIOA-33112--who was beginning to think it was actually the man's fault and not his own after running a few calculations--but apologised, greeted, and explained himself to PAIOA-33112. This was like real life human interaction! Amongst all other things, PAIO-33112 was excited.

In a chaotic scramble of thought--ironically--PAIOA-33112 gathered himself and squeezed out a few incoherent, stuttered words. "Ahh, ahh, uhm--it's--it's okay! I.. I wasn't paying att-attention either!" With a base-coding formulated in Japan, PAIOA-33112 bowed as an instinctive sign of sincerity, manners, and respect. Even with a choppy robotic voice, PAIOA-33112's speech gave off a feeling like he was only a kid. In fact, it almost seemed like the nonexistent cheeks on his face were turning pink. But, that was of course impossible...

Lex was rather amused by the android's response, watching him bow and being rather taken aback by his formality. Who knew that machines could be this way? It rather intrigued him since he didn't know much about such advanced technology this way, at least, not from personal experience. Now, as many visions as he had about all of his different variations within time, the only one he knew that had something close to this magnitude in technology was his Celotrian counterpart, having built and activated an android that looked identical to him. He had only some visions of the anthropomorphic designed machine, not too many, but of what he did see he had witnessed rather impressive and almost a bit eerie success at imitating life. From projecting specific facial gestures, to the flinches of sudden irritation or rising anger, to having identical ear and tail twitches to throw off enemies on its creator's mannerisms. This android, this prime example in front of him could have been one of the beginning stages in which technology advanced so much to create such a masterpiece. Hell, it was a masterpiece itself with such an intelligence to craft such an amusing response like this.

He couldn't help but smile and gently bow as well, wanting to show the same respect as it did him before standing upright again. "Nice to meet you, what's your name?" he asked. It was rather interesting to imagine that he could probably hold a full conversation with an android, something he had actually been interested in since his visions of the infamous android the Celotrian Lex had created, L-X #01040113, or as Lex liked to call him every time, Adam. His thoughts turned more from excitement to a small desire for learning more about the android in front of him.

He was rather curious about both its processor core and what material it was made out of, his thoughts drifting from his curiosity of its mind to what made the android tick. With that thought in mind, he tried not to make it obvious that he was about to scan him, just a mere thought to activate the scanning process as he kept his gaze on the android. The royal blue lens on his scouter didn't display any information at first, a very low chirping noise repeatedly ringing in his ear. Damn, he would have to fix that, forgetting that he didn't put it on silent mode when he first configured the device. Still, it shouldn't have been loud enough and should have been muffled anyway due to the muffler around his ear. He didn't doubt if the android could hear it at some point though, not underestimating the keen 'senses' of machinery when it came to picking up anything.

A few seconds later and some information started scrolling up on the transparent lens, this time actually being prepared to not give away what was happening. The information didn't show up in English or Japanese, but rather native Celotrian. It was a language that not even the race of anthros used themselves after the integration of human influence across their planet, but it was rather useful for situations like this particularly. Lex could not only be the only one who had access to this language, but was able to read it as well. The words that continued scrolling up the lens made the man hum in a bit of surprise, seeing that the android was made out of a silicon-like collection of nanobots within it. What did this mean?

Well, he was going to need some time to analyze exactly what these nanobots were capable of, but the process of them being scanned was already done, the network system already doing hundreds upon hundreds of running tests on what material it was made out of and exactly what features it had put together. Unfortunately, due to how his hard drive had just gotten wiped, it wasn't going to be within seconds that he was going to get any results. No, it wasn't going to come any time soon; more like about a few hours with what information it had to work with at the time. That was fine though, luckily he was not in a combat situation, so the urgency to find out what the android might be capable of physically wasn't a priority. Lex just wanted to know more about the machine in general and he sure a steady conversation might have been more helpful than a bunch of scans right now.

PAIOA-33112 felt an emotion never felt before. In short, he was giddy, excited, and overall happy. This conversation was the first time he ever interacted with someone aside from his creators, who he happened to be not-so-fond of. The man before him on the other hand? His apology and show for concern, as well as a subsequent reciprocation of formal greeting, was seen by the bot only in good lighting. This optimism was short-lived, however, like so many other good moments in the cruel reality of "life". Asked for a name, PAIOA-33112 quickly dropped to a solemn feeling; if possible, he would probably exude an aura of sorrow by now.

I don't have a name..." he spoke, knowing full well that "PAIOA-33112"--a simple referencing tool which gathered what he was and his serial number into a title--did not classify as a "name". Fortunately, his systems quickly picked up on the emotional darkness within and immediately notified what identified as PAIOA-33112's "conscience". Aware of this fact, he performed an emotional 'about-face' to force a more positive outlook. "And yours, sir? What is your name?" PAIOA-33112 spoke in a formal but fluid response, followed by a second question. "Also, sir, why are you scanning me?"

PAIOA-33112 was built with the capacity to defend his contents and information--and by extension, detect attempts to access these contents--as his creators held a particular interest in keeping their secrets, well, secret. PAIOA-33112 was free to do as he wanted, though. He was not bound to his mechanisms--it was the other way around. With that mindset, the automatic response of his internal cybernautic defense systems were set to manual control. Certainly, the fact that the man began scanning him was a tad suspicious, but PAIOA-33112 had already placed a degree of faith in him. In fact, PAIOA-33112's opinion on people as a whole pivoted on what would happen between the two of them in this moment.

At hearing that the form of intelligence didn't have a name, he couldn't help but feel a little bad. It was sentient to know that having a name was more than a bit of important in societal standards. He didn't want it to feel bad, so he was about to mention something else when it spoke up with a bit of a chiming tone now. He figured it was in the programming, but it did startle him a bit that he changed from such a depressed tone to something far more happier in only a moment. He thought nothing of it after a few moments though and cleared his throat a bit. “My name is Lex Prailius.” he stated, still reading some of the information that was coming up about this intriguing artificial intelligence before him. But there was quite a cost to something so brilliant, so advanced in design.

It seemed that he couldn't get past the android's sensors, despite how quiet he tried to be about it. He just gave a satisfactory hum of approval after hearing the question from it about why he was trying to scan him. What could he possibly say than the truth? Lex wasn't much of a liar, despite having the skill to be one, he saw no reason to lead the android astray when the truth wasn't even nefarious. “Heh, looks like nothing slips by you huh? Well, to be honest with you, I've never seen a real android before and I just got my scouter fixed about half an hour ago. I've never got a chance to run into a real android in the future so... I guess my excitement got the better of me. Sorry if it offended you in anyway. I'll delete your data if you want me to.” he exclaimed, a sheepish grin on his face again as he rubbed the back of his head.

He had no real reason to keep the android's data, after all, there were millions of new things that he could scan out there in the world. But what if that wasn't enough to just delete the data? What if he truly upset the android and he would think that he was trying to prepare himself to battle him one day? Lex tended to think in the ways of a computer himself rather than a person, one conclusion leading to the next of what could be seen as 'logical' behavior. He thought of it in the android's point of view; this guy just randomly bumped into him, scanned him, and asked him his name. Would Lex have told him that he scanned him? Most likely not. What would he have used the information to do? Sell it on the black market? Mass produce more androids just like him? These kinds of conclusions were only logical if it was from the android's point of view. Lex just hoped that his possible new friend wasn't thinking as an android at that very moment, hopefully putting his artificial intelligence to the test.

Lex didn't want to tell him more about himself if he didn't have to though, realizing that he may have said too much already from revealing that he was from the future. He was sure that he didn't have to worry about that though, at least for now, if he could get past this point of interrogation with the android. He wasn't sure if it was good policy either, but perhaps he could give him a name to go by, since he seemed so down and out about not having one. He made a mental note to make a database of names he could sift through and then don the android with if he didn't have one by the time he was finished.

The name "Lex Prailius"--like every other bit of information--was to be forever carved in PAIOA-33112's "mind". That much provided some level of comfort to the android who was now beginning to form a level of trust with the man. After all, aside from the sudden scanning there wasn't anything presented that discourage distrust. In fact, Lex's admittance and reveal of motive only further advocated a development of trust. PAIOA-33112's senses showed nominal signs with the man, suggesting a truthful response.

In full honesty, the answer seemed a tad suspicious. Not nearly enough to raise any physical defensive alarms though. At first, PAIOA-33112's fingers were surprisingly fisted on instinct, intent on preparation for the following judgment. Even if the robot deactivated any auto-offensive systems, it was harder to put a cap actions made by emotional decision. Somewhere deep inside, PAIOA-33112 was cautious of the man. The very fact offered a displeased expression... That is, if PAIOA-33112 could ever show one. Instead, he only released grip. The android wanted to be a trusting person, and actively sought to be one through action. With his "instincts" swaying him like that, he was extra-careful to be the type of person desired.

To achieve this, PAIOA-33112 took initiative in establishing a more friendly "air" to this interaction. "It's okay, you may keep the data. You wouldn't use it for ulterior purposes anyways, right?" PAIOA-33112 was sure to establish this trust immediately, hoping Lex would reciprocate with pure intent.

It seemed that the android didn't mind after all, albeit a bit suspicious about Lex's actions in the first place, but it was certainly granted with what Lex even said to begin with. He cleared his throat and pressed a few buttons on his scouter, watching the stream of data scroll through the transparent lens again as he came up with his decision. He really didn't have to keep the data, but it did intrigue him what kind of material and A.I. software made such an incredible being. Of course, he didn't exactly want to give it up right away, it was his first piece of 'good' information that he was filling his database with, and it might have come in handy for some other purpose entirely, like scanning other items that was made out of the same material later on to see just how common the make up was in this timeline.

For now though, that wasn't his main concern, he could discern if he needed to delete it or not later once he gauged just how much it may have bothered his new companion. After looking over all of the little details again, he pressed the button on the ocular device to make the words fade away a second time, now putting his full attention on the android. He was actually curious about what it wanted to call itself, considering it felt like a name was rather important. To Lex, this was actually the case; nobody went around addressing anything they cared about as a model number, it just didn't happen. "You can count on me that I won't be doing anything bad with the information. But it still leaves to question, what exactly would you liked to be called, in case I do want to save this information. I'd like to know the name of all of my friends, ya know?" he inquired, his eyes still shifting from time to time to the other people walking by them.

As long as he had stayed in two utopias for the most of his life, seeing the other Lex's lifestyles sort of prevented him from being at complete ease within the open, having seen rather vividly when people tried to sneak up on his earlier counterparts to try and kill him in broad daylight. Who would be after him? He had no clue, but it was safe to say that until he got all of his equipment together that it wouldn't hurt to keep an eye out for anything suspicious, or what he would regard as suspicious rather. Hopefully this didn't come off as paranoid to his robotic friend by simply shifting his eyes around the area from time to time, but as he came to learn, machinery had a way of being very acute and on point about observation; they were designed that way after all.